Old Man Beanbags

Oh, hey.

Haven't been on here in a while. Guess you're wondering why?

Well.

1. I'm pregnant. I have been sick. So freaking nauseous since day one and just wanting to sleep all day which means I have zero ambition. It's starting to let up but I still have periods during the day that make me want to punch someone. It could be worse, right?

I hate that saying.

Thanks for all the well wishes peeps. It'll be all good. 

2. I got a new job!!! It's awesome and exactly perfect for me, minus the little bit more of travel. 

Except I'm still doing my old job so you know, that's two jobs. So, there's that.

3. Remember that massive garden we planted? Yeah, it was doing really well so I was struggling to keep up with the canning. Because, pregnancy. I mean, I have a full cupboard but I should have, like two, except that whole pregnancy thing and we apparently have white mold that has destroyed everything. I think we're officially done-zo.

If you're wondering whether or not we'll have a garden next year, let's just say, it'll be a fraction of the size and there will be minimal canning involved.

Strugg city.

4. Well, ma dukes has breast cancer so that's you know, awesome. She should be just fine, so long as things haven't spread. She'll come out on the other side of it with two new boobies and a new hairdo so #fuckcancer

But really, it could totally be worse in this case and I'm glad it's not. Everything will be just peachy.

I also made her a fuck cancer cake. It was awesome.

 Pioneer Woman Strawberry Shortcake Cake

5. Life.

So that's that. I have no idea if I'll be able to post here over the next few months. I'll do my derndest but I'm having trouble staying on top of laundry, dishes, and today, bathing. It probably won't be good but just know that I love you all.

The end.

Middle finger Monday

Ain't feelin it. Just ain't feelin it.

The Bugsinator

The Bugsinator, aka Bugsy, aka Fultsy, aka Ry, aka, aka, aka has been really entertaining as of late.

First thing in the morning, I'm talking we just opened our eyes, and he busts out with:

"I want ice cream"

"I want Dunkin Donuts"

"Popkickle?"

"Watch movie?"

Or, he jumps out of bed at 6am and takes off running, to which I think, awesome he's going to the bathroom. Aaaaaaand he comes back with an ice cream sandwich.

Fail.

Then you have the middle of the night ramblings:

"Mommy. Mommy! Where are you"

"Mommy, why you leave me?"

Then the all day randomness:

"In beast mode mommy"

"I go races. Eat cotton candy"

"Wa you moon and back mommy"

"Moo"

"Why?"

"WHY?"

"For-evvvv-ah" (we've watched Sandlot 40 times since Saturday)

and our favorite "Where is em?"

and our least favorite at the moment "NO!"

Life with a toddler certainly is exhausting and a lot of time frustrating but it also happens to be a whole bunch of fun, hilarity and a lot wet sloppy smooches.

Happy Hump Day pals!

Well, shoot.

Just stumbled across this article on Babble.

What it really means to be a little boys mama

Thanks for ruining my afternoon internet.

But really though, so true.